The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1887-07-05

you are fitted intellectually to be the
wife of a great man, that you are as
strong mentally as you are beautiful
physically, but repose faith in me just a
little longer, and the sickle of your pa
thence shall reap harvest of reward. "
| 'Anzeli," she said, as she turned to a
small looking-glass and began to ar
range her beautiful hair, ''to be unhap-
py with you would argue strangely
against the immortality of the soul.
Speaking of the soul reminds me of the
body" she cheerfully added. "Come,
supper is ready"
Time moved slowly and darkly, like
frightening shadow. One morning,
while looking over a newspaper printed
in distant city, Laura found the fol-
lowing THE once beautiful Laura
Blythe, the pride of Southern society,
IS now the wife of an Italian fanatic
who imagines that he can paint pic
lures. 1t is said that he has dragged
her down to a poverty and wretched-
ness that is fast breaking her heart.
She threw the paper down and burst
into tears. Anzeli came home, almost
joyous in the entertainment of some
new prospect, but she shuddered and
turned away from him.
care you ill?" he asked.
81 am every thing thatis miserable"
she replied.
HAS any thing gone wrongP" he
asked.
sis wretchedness alwaps tiptoeing in
.he expectancy of some new pang?"
He muttered something about the
bright vision which he knew must soon
be presented to him. She did not re-
ply, and during long and dreary
evening, they remained silent. The
leaves on the vine at the door were
turning yellow.
"Anzeli," she said. several days
later. ''did Jackson take the picture?"
"No," he replied.
"Of course not 1t is time we were
putting aside some of our foolishness."
"Foolishness?" he gasped.
eyes, foolishness. musthave some
money"
"You shall have it, Laura The Wis
ion"
Never mind the vision, Anzeli.
There has been too many visions and
not enough substances in this howell.
You can surely find some sort of en-
ployment Art may be ennobling, but
it is disgraceful to live this way"
What am to do?" he sadly replied.
al know nothing of the business affairs
of men. l can do nothing but paint"
"Paintr she repeated. He looked
up quickly, and then seemed to be en-
deavoring to swallow something.
"You can very easily turn your hand
to something else" she said.
you don't love me, Laura.~
"What, don't love you simply be-
cause believe you are capable of max
ing a living! Don't love you because j
am human being enough to wish fol-
something better than this wretched
room! You delight in calling me an
angel, but do angels seek dark and
wretched abode? Be sensible, Anzeli.
1 must have money"
81 will bring you some money" he
replied. 81 have several pictures that
/ can sell"
The next night, when he came home,
she met him at the door and asked if
he had brought the money.
L.
lures"
81 knew It"
"But 1 will bring you some money
tomorrow night"
THE old story, Anzeli."
81 will bring some money tomorrow
night" ne repeated.
A frost had fallen. The leaves on the
vine at the door were black.
1t was late when he came home the
next night. She was sitting with her
arms resting on table, and did not
look up when he entered. Without
speaking, he advanced and from small
bag emptied pile of gold upon the
table. She sprang to her feet and
threw her arms around his neck: sob,
Anzeli," she cried, 81 may have been
petulant, but have never lost faith in
you. Won't you forgive me?"
81 have brought the money"
"Yes, dear. Oh, / know that they
could not much longer refuse to buy
your pictures. 1 am so glad now that
you did not give up your noble profess
sion. How many pictures did you
sell?" .f
81 have brought the money" he sol
emnly repeated. She kissed him, and
with a Hutter of Joy sat down and
fondled the gold. 81 will buy ever so
many things" she unused. LET me
see how much we have. Three hundred
dollars" she exclaimed. when she had
counted the money. Anzeli! Where